Film Analysis for First Knight

Ordinary World:  Lancelot fights for money and travels alone, and has no home.

Call to Adventure:  Meet Guinevere and saves her life, he kisses her and lets her go.

Refusal of the Call: He lets Guinevere leave freely, without anything from her.

Meeting with the Mentor:  Lancelot meets Peter the stableman, and goes to Camelot.  He "wins" a kiss from Lady Guinevere after completing the challenge course.  Although she refuses to kiss him, King Arthur takes him aside to talk to him of how and why he completed the course.

Crossing the Threshold:  Lancelot saves Lady Guinevere a second time after she is taken by Prince Malagant, they spend time in the woods together, and return to Camelot to Arthur.  Arthur then extends the opportunity for Lancelot to become a knight at the round table.

Tests, Allies, Enemies:  Lancelot meets the other knights (Allies).  They battle Malagant for Leoness (Test/Enemy)  He saves Guinevere several times (tests)  He becomes close with King Arthur (Allies)

Approach:  He remembers his family dying in the chapel when they get to Leoness.  He becomes closer to King Arthur.

Ordeal:  He tells Lady Guinevere he is leaving Camelot, and will not be returning.  He proclaims his love for her.  She asks him to kiss her, and so they kiss.  King Arthur walks in at this exact moment to discover the betrayal.  

Reward:  The King realizes Guinevere loves Lancelot, and after the king is injured and at his death bed, Arthur gives Lancelot Guinevere and the Kingdom.  He kisses Guinevere.

The Road Back:  Lancelot and Lady Guinevere can be together.

Resurrection:  He fights the mighty Prince Malagant and finally kills him.

Return with Elixir:  They send the King's body out down the river and cremate him.

Hero:  Lancelot

Mentor:  King Arthur, the Knights, Guinevere

Threshold Guardian:  Prince Malagant, Guinevere, Mark the Swordsman

Herald:  Jacob, Mark the Swordsman, Peter the Stablesman

Shapeshifter:  Knights of the Round Table, Malagant's men

Shadow:  Prince Malagant and his men.

Trickster:  Guinevere, Prince Malagant's followers, 

the girl

She's trying to fit in, really she is.  She walks around school in a cotton blue button up shirt and dark jeans.  She eats alone in the cafeteria, on the chair closest to the window, hardly anyone normal sits at her same table.  She looks at no one, she talks to no one, she thinks of no one.  She finishes half her apple, drinks half of her milk, and finishes off her potatoes.  She walks out the doors, passes hundreds of kids, and yet talks to none of them. . . . until a boy says hello, she looks up and sees his pretty green eyes.

Will she say anything back?
Will anything come out of this relationship?
Why doesn't she talk to anyone herself?
Who is this mysterious boy?

Adaption

Without a Word - Birdy

I won't say anything, nothing at all.  I will just stay here. He says he's leaving. He doesn't know what to say, I will just watch him leave, and say nothing.  "We can fix this." The words just pierce her.  They stand staring, not knowing when, or even why to move.  Show me what to do. Without a word.

Something - Jim Sturgess version

There's something about her, the way her hair falls in her face, I can't resist.  She's in control.  We're stuck in this moment, I can't leave.  She smiles and I get lost.  Whatever it is, it keeps me here, there's no way I could be with anyone else, I don't know what it is.  I don't know anything.  I'm lost, in that something.

Imagine - Jack Johnson Version

We are who we are, take it or leave it.  Imagine we're all that's left, scratch that, we're all that's here.  It's you and me.  We are free.  You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I am not the only one.  We are all one, we have nothing but ourselves and each other, there's no need for anything else, we are all there is.

Trapped

She falls, and doesn't want to get up, why? Because if she gets up she'll have to prepare herself for another hit. . . If she stays down, he just might back off, that's what she's hoping for.  He hits. He hits her. He hits her a lot.  She can't do anything about it, she waits for him to leave the room before she gets back up, then she walks to the window and stares at the bright lights of the city that never sleeps.  She's trapped.  She thinks she can't do anything about it.  Her mother says to call the police, but she knows that will only make things worse.  So she doesn't.  She cries herself to sleep, and dreams of running away, with her baby girl.  Far away.  Somewhere where he will NEVER find them.  She sleeps for 3 short hours and wakes up to the sounds of sirens, they're down the street, but she can hear the screams, the cries of those hurting.  She wants to join them, but she doesn't dare.  So she sits there, for another 4 hours staring at the wall, wishing she wasn't.

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PERFECT

You are Perfect....

      Read the bold statement....
                   Read it again....
                                 Remember it. 


Let it be a constant reminder.

You may be thinking. . . Is this possible? Often it's only an idea & you may be searching for a reason for this statement to be related to you. 

                                                         YOU ARE DIFFERENT.

and you ARE perfect all together. 
Tattoo it on your arm if you need to & by all means


                                                                   REMEMBER it.

Let me Introduce Myself

I'm allergic to melons, I'm a terrible swimmer. I don't like asparagus, I love Horror films.
I can't sleep with any doors open, my favorite color's yellow, I don't like stepping on cracks.
I'm quite OCD, I'm a terrible artist, I love to sing, I wish I played piano, I love doing the dishes.
I've always wanted an older brother, I love lamp, I would take nachos over a burger, I love detective shows, Christmas is my favorite holiday, I can't sleep with more than one pillow.
I love Audrey Hepburn, I love card games, you would lose in a game of Call of Duty against me.
I'm a dog person, I love camping, I'm a people person.
I would take campfire over candlelight, I'm a movie fanatic,
I like kissing, I can't go a day without music, I like to sleep with my dog.
I love to listen to the elderly tell their life stories,
I love technology, I love to freak myself out, I <3 Pinterest. I am Free.

One Word. (P.s. The paragraphs next to the pictures are lyrics from different songs;)

Wall. Art. Cart. Chart. Birthday. Cake. Make. Shake. Dance. Passion.

Passion. Passion. Passion.  Passion is such a strong word.
To be honest, in my opinion if you don't have passion you don't have anything.  What is the point of your life, if you don't want anything, if you don't love anything, or care about anything.  

You need passion, we need passion
Can't live without passion
Won't live without passion
Can't live without passion
Even the president needs passion
Everybody I know needs some passion
Some people die and kill for passion
Nobody admits they need passion
Some people are scared of passion

anything.  something.  Everything.
Nothing. Keys.  Bees. Birds. word.

Without a word, 
Stand there and look into my eyes
And tell me that all we had were lies
Show me that to you it don't count
And I'll stand here if you prefer
Yes I'll leave you without a word
Without a word






Leave. Stay. way. May. Save. Shave. Haven. Heaven.


Baby you're all that I want.
When you're lying here in my arms
I'm finding it hard to believe
We're in heaven.


Heaven. Seven. Eleven. One. Ton. Beat. Sheet. Love.

Love
It seems like only yesterday
You were just a child at play
Now you're all grown up inside of me
Oh, how fast those moments flee

Once we watched a lazy world go by
Now the days seem to fly
Life is brief, but when it's gone
Love goes on and on 


Love. You. Me. Us. We. 

Here's what you're going to do. . .
You're going to Rock out like watching KISS perform isn't one of your fears.

And you will Rock out like you just ate cheesecake for the first time in 4 years



Rock out like you just saw this chick when you closed your eyes.



Rock out like you just relearned how to walk,
like you're a hen and just met the cock,
and like you're a kid playing with glow-in-the-dark chalk









Now Rock out like you just solved the mystery.
like you just made History.



Rock out like Justin Bieber just gave you stones,
And now, rock the freak out like Eazy - E just put you in one of his poems.

I'll Follow you.

Love of mine, someday you will die, 
    But I'll be close behind, I'll follow you into the dark. . . 
If you leave me soon
        I'll sleep until noon.
Dreaming of the days . . . 
       Of our long overnight stays.

Where we spend our time together.
                                            Searching through the weather

Waiting for the Rain
                                            So we can kiss again.



                      While we're both sopping wet, It feels like we just met.


Your eyes meet mine
And you feel down my spine

         We stand here for years,
            and then I wake up with tears. . . . .  . . . . . Running down my cheek
                                                                                 I look around and FREAK!


Where have you gone?
The Porch light is on...
Until you come home.  .  .  .  .  
                                                                                      I'll be waiting,
                                                                                                      On
                                                                                                      My
                                                                                                      Own.

I walk alone.

I see nothing.
Or else I see everything empty.
Empty Roads.         Empty Houses.        Bare Trees.       Airless Balloons.        Peopleless Churches.
Sad looking really.

I walk alone on this Avenue of Shattered Hopes, there are abandoned cars that line the streets where smiling faces used to fill the air, now there is no one smiling,
                                                                             no one hugging,
                                                                                        no one kissing,
                                                                                                        just empty streets.
Empty fields.          Empty barns.           Empty faces of people I've never seen.     Children looking to the skies.

They see birds.

Hundreds of them.

Thousands of them.

They're flying away.    I wish I could fly away too,
                                                         To somewhere new.

Where people love, and care for each other, and share their time with one another, as families, and as friends.  Where we join hands as a people.  We stand as ONE.  Where smiles are shown, and emotions are shared, and feelings mean something.  But NO.

I see sad faces
                  and
                      Jukeboxes. . . . . No longer playing.                             PUNCHED WALLS.
          and Smashed guitars.               and emptiness.

Hold On for One More Day.

Wilson Phillips holds the spot in my first played song on my blog this week, and they teach us a valuable lesson in the lyrics to their song "Hold On".
          Someday somebody's gonna make you wanna turn around and say goodbye, until then baby are you gonna let 'em hold you down and make you cry?? . . . this is true stuff, somedays you will feel like the world is crashing down around you, and all you can do is
                                                                          watch,
                                                                                  and pray, 
                                                                                            and hold on for one more day.
Because the truth is . . .

There will be another day, there will be tomorrow, where you start fresh, and everything will change, and things will be different! You just gotta hold on for one more day.

"I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms." - Iris (Kate Winslet) in The Holiday

I'm thinking about you. . .

      You ask me sometimes what I'm thinking about, and usually I say nothing, but today I'm gonna tell you the truth! The truth is. . . .  I'm thinking about you babe. . . I'm thinking about you like the clouds think about rain, and cuts think about pain.
       I'm thinking about you like burgers think about shakes, and birthdays think about cakes. 
       I'm thinking about you like trees think about their leaves, 
                               and like kids think about Santa on Christmas Eve. 
     
        I'm thinking about you like Cupid thinks about love, like lovers think about love.  I'm thinking about you like girls think about boys, like children think about toys, like a pregnant mother thinks about her child, like zoo animals think about the wild!! 
              I'm thinking about you like stairs think about a stepper, 
                                  like salt thinks about pepper, like popcorn thinks about butter, 
                                                  like cameras think about their shutter.  
I'm thinking about you like pimps think about ladies, and ladies think about prince charming, and Prince Charming thinks about his Princess, and I'm thinking about you how I think about nothing else in the world.  I'm just. . .
        thinking. . .
              about. . .
                     you. . . .

Intro

Living in a high school with so many cliques can frustrate you, but if you look at it from afar it gives you a look into the real world.  High School is somewhat like a small bubble of the real world, you have the successful, the unsuccessful, the greedy, the lonely, the simple minded, the obnoxious, the overbearing, the quiet, the excited, the depressed, and the list goes on and on.  High School can be a great experience, or it can be a hellish ordeal you have for three years, it's your choice, but as for me, I'm just going to let the chips fall where they may and get on with it.

Love is...

Love is like a cloud.

Love is like the radio.

Love is like a haunted house.

Love is like THE WIND you can't see it, but you can feel it.